Wilder's comic take on the 1928 St. Valentine's Day Massacre finds Lemmon and Curtis as musicians who witness a gangland killing in Chicago and need to get out of town fast. Disguised as women, they join an all-girl band headed for Miami, where Curtis doffs his wig and chases Monroe while millionaire Brown falls for Lemmon's alter ego, Daphne. When confronted with the truth about Lemmon's gender, Brown utters the film's memorable last line - "Well, nobody's perfect."